Earlier in the month I wore a silk dress for general gardening. Today I have selected black lace... to clean out the garage and shed. Don't worry, it's not expensive lace just cheap-ish polyester-y stuff. But it is lace, meaning cool and open to breezes; a priority.
Every six months local councils around here organise a verge pick-up. That is, you get to toss out all your unwanted old junk onto your verge, and theoretically the council will come around and pick it all up for you to cart off to the tip. Theoretically. In reality however, everyone's rubbish pile is reduced to a fraction of its original size by the time of the pick-up because this is just the best neighbourhood re-cycling scheme ever devised. Cars cruising very slowly up and down the streets become a common sight; people checking out everyone's rubbish piles and periodically hopping out to retrieve a few treasures to stash in the boot for their own house and garden. Kudos to the clever cookie in the public service who thought this one up.
And for once, this time we have managed to not pick up anybody else's junk, although we had a close call when Sam spotted an old TV on the way home from volleyball yesterday... and I had to talk firmly and convincingly about how not only did we not know whether it actually worked (sometimes people put a helpful note on the top telling you whether things still work; not this time which tells me it probably didn't) but that personal TV's in one's bedroom are unsociable and unhealthy and not conducive to study, blah blah blah. None of these points of view being particularly relevant arguments to the teenage mind.
Top; Butterick 4985 with different plainer sleeves, black lace and blue nacre heart-shaped buttons
Shorts; Burda 7723 modified, ivory corduroy, details here
Nail varnish; Santorini Sunset
Later: I lie. We just got an old beautifully decorative ironwork gate from next door. Score!